Evening came frantic and blazing through the skyfurious and sweating like an unbridled mareit bid a final farewell to the day and the suncooled in the twilight by the ecstatic moon..!
This morning I felt a smoldering longinglast night in a dream we met by chancebut the morning had dawned too soon.......with your taste on my lips, of course..!
I dip my brush in the gray of dusk to give the day’s canvas its final touch but my hand moved to red, to purple strangely ...I am faithful to it...!…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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